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rod, while my reel gives out short periodical sounds 

 like the call of a corn-crake, as he passes the line 

 through each successive ring. One glance at the 

 sky is enough — clear blue and cloudless, fresh and 

 cool, but no wind — a slight mist hangs half-way up 

 the Troll tinderne ; below it all is clear, though 

 heavily laden with moisture, and in dark contrast 

 with the bright sun above, which is already, and 

 has been for some hours, playing among the top- 

 most peaks, and gladdening the stony-hearted rocks 

 themselves. 



Brief — oh, brief is the process of adornment and 

 ablution in the india-rubber bath, for my soul is 

 very eager for the fray ; and the day will evidently 

 be a hot one, rendering it impossible to fish after 

 nine o'clock, when the sun will be on the river. 

 A hot cup of coffee — made as Norwegians can 

 make it and we can't — and a scrap of biscuit 

 occupies about one minute of time in consump- 

 tion, and the next I am striding away towards 

 "Aarnehoe," my upper and best pool, brushing 



